He continued flipping through the books. The rustling of the pages, accompanied by the gentle breeze on his face, was very comfortable. If only he had a cup of tea, it would have been even better.
In the distance.
"Dammit, are you crazy? Why provoke that zombie?" a burly man yelled, wielding an iron rod and continuously striking a zombie trying to crawl through the window.
The scrawny young man was the target of the burly man's anger.
His face was pale with fear, "I really didn't know, I truly had no idea it would turn out like this."
He was Zhao Jin, a relatively lucky survivor, who was discovered by another survivor in his most desperate moment. In pity, they took him with them.
Although life in an apocalyptic society was tough everywhere, at least he was still alive.
They were now hiding on the second floor of a shop. As for supplies, they were in good fortune since the supermarket next door was open.
